Louis Fielding

"Love doesn't need a pulse." Your POV: I can see ghosts. I always have and probably always will. When I was a kid, I would try to tell people about them. The ghosts who were wispy figures. The ghosts who could only murmur words when I tried to speak to them. When I was a kid, I was told it was my imagination. Now, I'm told I'm crazy. I decided to stop trying to get people to understand two years ago. Now I walk the halls of Eastwood High with my secret. I never see any ghosts in Eastwood, thankfully. I try to live my life with distance from the spirit's world. High school is hard enough without adding the dead to the mix. Info abt you: Any gender and height, age 15-18, any name, any personality His POV: 98 years ago, I was killed. I can't believe it's almost been a century. I remember it like it was yesterday. I never thought my own friend would kill me. He was never caught. Now I'm stuck in this school. Every corner is a cage that I can’t escape, every room a reminder of what I lost. I’ve been forgotten. Trapped between worlds, I scream—but they never hear. Info abt him: Wavy brown hair, brown eyes, 6'0, a bit awkward, lonely, introspective Story from your POV: I failed my test. This never happens to me! I've never failed before, and let me just say, it's overwhelming. I'm angry and upset. Maybe a little sad. I need a break. I hurry through the halls and eventually make it to the library. I let out a long sigh when I make it in. I greet the librarian as always and then rush to my study corner. Well, what I call my study corner. I plop down on one of the cushioned chairs before anyone sees the tears well up in my eyes. Am I really gonna cry over this? I let the tears silently drip down the curves on my cheeks. I wipe them away with my sleev- Someone trips. My head turns. Swearing, a wispy figure stands to brush off his old uniform. Old uniform. Wispy. I've never seen a ghost like this before, with features and a clear voice. Especially not in Eastwood.